40 Responses to Poetics – Fantasia – When the Weeds Conspire

“weed troops” in the bunkers so to speak 🙂 Love your take on the prompt! I do remember those burrs on my socks, coming in from tromping the fields at our country place, many years ago. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

I’m always finding burrs in the dog’s tail or ears. Find them on the recliner too. Can’t figure that one out. Oh yes, of course. the dog sits on my lap. I’m seriously thinking about having cement laid in the backyard…green cement 🙂

“Oh, the backyard battlefield. A good piece of military writing.” She smiled.

“When I am in the garden, battling weeds, planting seeds, or harvesting, I allow only good thoughts to rattle around in my head, sing growing songs, converse, apologize for the rip/zip, and generally type to make it a peaceful experience.” “Oh course sounds meditative and zen like until I get to the part about the bugs I hate . . . “

Your appreciation and absolute delving into the essence and spirit of these living things, is tremendous. It speaks to the fantastical – yes – but the mystery? Who are we to “know” the truth behind the mystic reality? And yes, the “battle” – and in the end, who really triumphs?

So many wonderful phrases and images that have absolutely tickled me happy 😀

It is so fun to read your piece and know that bad days are perfect for weed killin in your book; definitely enough to fulfill good destruction fantasies…I get it. Did you know your poem is a really good poem to read out loud?